Death of a hero

It’s late. I don’t have what time it is, but I know it’s late. My parents have just woken me up from a good dream, only to put me into a nightmare. It was April 4th, 1968. The day that I will never forget. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed earlier this evening, while on his motel balcony in Memphis, TN. This is surreal to me. “Am I dreaming right now?” There are so many things racing through my mind, so many things that I want to do, so many fucking emotions! This is real, but I don’t want to believe it. Assassinated! The one man, who meant more to African Americans anything. The man who was leading us in the civil rights movement! How could this happen? “Who could do such a thing?!” I wonder if they caught him the person who did this. What do we do, what happens next…?

MLK

It’s been years since Martin Luther King Jr. made his speech, which we consider one of the most meaningful speeches of all time, and I tell you, I really did not think it would take as long as it is to be accepted into society as equals. Did his speech not mean anything to white people? How long do we have to go on like this. I don’t think this is what he meant by his dream. Sure, integration is a step in the right direction I guess, but things seem to be worse and more violent than they ever were. My father says things usually get worse before they get better. I hope things don’t get worse than this. It’ll be the day if america ever accepts African Americans as equal. Just think, what if we had a black president?! Haha, who am I kidding, IF that ever were to happen, god knows I won’t be alive to see it.